To the surprise of the British, the first to jump out and make trouble were not the "Boers" who were more numerous and better armed around the material accumulation site, but the "madmen" who had been surrounded by them in the train station for a day. You know, they must have at least ten searchlights to illuminate this small railway station, well, this refers to those searchlights that the rifles of the "madmen" can't reach, and the British can only put a campfire on the muzzle of the lunatics to deal with one or two.

However, compared to the bonfires on the periphery of the British army's defensive circle, the fires here are a bit perfunctory, and the British set up a bonfire for lighting at a distance of about 30 meters, which is not unrelated to the accumulation of too many flammable materials around the railway station to be transported away, but it is definitely inseparable from the outrageously accurate cold guns of the "madmen". Since the fuel is shot by the "madmen" on the opposite side, these fires are basically on the verge of extinguishing, and their brightness is not much different from the fires used for cooking and barbecue during the picnic of tourists.

It seemed to the British that their attack on the railway station during the day was fierce, well, well, at least there were casualties on both sides of the war, and it seemed to them that the hostage-taking "madmen", having lost some of their men and a lot of ammunition, obviously had no room to carry out the high-risk military activity of small-scale infiltration at night.

Mutual casualties? Don't you look at who's leading the team here? Speaking of which, although it is common for dog heads to be sold, it is not ambiguous at all for these dogs to sell others, and Zou Heming's attainments are not much worse than John Bull, who loves to sell his teammates, at least at the tactical level, this guy doesn't know how many times he has participated in the action of selling the locals in the light curtain of the dome.

Therefore, although the battle reports submitted by the British troops on the firing line to their superior commanders did not have much water, their commander's judgment about the decline in the combat effectiveness of the gang at the station was indeed open to question. It is true that the British estimate of the casualties of the other side was basically correct, but the casualties were all Boers who did not have body armor, which did not affect Zou Heming and his "beheading" at all.

"Night on.," Zou whispered to a group of black-clad men behind him who were leaning against a broken wall.

Sneijder, who was putting on his British uniform, found that the team of Great Song people wearing the "Devil's Eye" quickly disappeared into the night, he knew that most of the Boer militia were not optimistic about the bold adventurous battle plan of the Great Song people, but his compatriots were quite willing to carry out the order of the Great Song people to let them change into British military uniforms to carry out the task of fishing in troubled waters, after all, the military uniforms of the British and their own white faces almost put them into the easy mode of attacking, retreating and defending, Even if the plan of the Great Song people fails, most of them will be able to take advantage of the chaos to escape.

"Brother Pingtou, pay attention to your direction at three o'clock, the sentry has just turned around and his face is facing your direction."

The real-time dynamics of the battlefield collected by the traversers through drones and individual infrared observers guided the "decapitation" action team led by Zou Heming to quietly move and shuttle in the blind spot of the British sentry's field of vision.

Although they kept cheering up their men by shouting the slogan that they would be able to bloody the "Boers" by staying up late to welcome reinforcements, the senior officers of the British were also unsure whether they would survive until the reinforcements arrived, as evidenced by the fact that the colonel had set up his headquarters next to a train ready to depart at any time, far from the line of fire.

The British colonel, who thought he was foolproof, made this trick to reduce the difficulty of the "decapitation" task that Zou Heming was about to carry out by at least a few notches.

After raiding the British headquarters on the edge of the defensive circle on the other side of the line of fire, Zou Heming and the others could have hijacked the British colonel's train to quickly get out of contact with the British army, and if the colonel was lucky enough to cooperate, they were very likely to capture a living senior British officer.

In fact, the most difficult part of the whole operation was how to get through half of the material accumulation field without alerting the British sentries, and as for the defensive line built by the British army near its headquarters, it was basically useless for the "decapitation" team to grasp the facts and information of the battlefield in one direction.

Chirp! A subsonic bullet pierced the body of the sentry standing on top of the train car at the mere cost of making a faint sound that was barely audible in the busy night.

Two black-clad traversers were crouching on the side of the carriage, their hands raised, waiting for the corpse of the sentry to fall from the roof of the carriage, and it was planned that they would soon be able to break through the gap in the line of defense and penetrate the analyst's presumed command headquarters to complete the decapitation.

Syllable! A loud noise that was enough to attract the attention of the nearby sentinels made the two little brothers who raised their hands and waited for the corpses to fall look confused.

"What the hell? Where did you shoot the gun? How did this Nima end up over there?" Although I couldn't see the face of the talking brother at night, I could feel his desperate explosion from his tone.

Zou Heming thought he was careful enough, he handed over what he thought was the easiest and most unlikely job to go wrong to the strawberry soldier, and even helped the girl calculate the angle of the shot, and the rest was just to touch it and pull the trigger.

But the thing is that Zou Heming even helped the girl calculate the angle, how can the sentry not move if he is not a wooden pier!? When the strawberry soldiers were in place, the sentry on the roof of the carriage probably couldn't stand the low temperature at night in the South African grasslands, and just changed his position to avoid the oncoming cold wind.

The strawberry soldier, who was probably a liberal arts student, didn't know how to be flexible at all, so he came up and shot there according to the shooting angle that Zou Heming had explained before, and then the sentry fell to the other side of the carriage like a sack.

“Fu*K！ Plan B! Zou Heming said with his hand on his forehead.

Zou Heming, who was already mentally prepared to accept the casualties of the team members, could only give the order to face the British defenders head-on.

However, the casualties expected by Zou Heming did not appear, even after such a big mistake. You must know that even if the Western army fights in Korea a few decades later, it is still afraid of night battles, and these boiled armies have no tradition of night battles from the roots!

The sentry that made a loud noise was only a signal of death to his companions. The two sides of the firefight did not expect that after the "decapitation" team that crossed the crowd was detected in stealth mode, they immediately switched to the matchless mode.

"Anteater, there are about fifteen people in A3 moving towards your zone!"

"Roger!"

The movements of the British reinforcements who came like a gourd baby and a grandfather were all grasped by drones equipped with night vision equipment and transmitted to the ears of front-line combatants in real time.

What awaited these British soldiers who hurried to the headquarters to support them was often a string of tracer bullets and grenades that could be detonated just in time.

The British soldiers soon found that they couldn't even do the trick that the officers used to say about shooting in the direction of the shots, and on this night when they were attacked on all sides, they were surrounded by some blind comrades who shot bravely, and no one knew which two were the direction of the damn "guys shooting"!

The British colonel's plan to run away by car also fell through, and the driver of the train, which he had planned to use to escape if the situation changed, was immediately controlled by the crossing as soon as the battle began. If the colonel had known that these "madmen" were running to hijack the train to transport supplies, he would never have placed his headquarters so close to the train.

Realizing that the tide was turning, the colonel ordered his guns to surrender. Different from the cultural traditions of the East, there was no shame in surrendering if these gentlemen could not fight, and a few years later they faced the same encirclement on the battlefield in Southeast Asia.

In this era when wired telephones were not even widely available on the battlefield, it was difficult for the other British defenders in the material accumulation field to imagine the fact that their headquarters located at the rear of the battle line would be wiped out in an instant.

A large number of British soldiers who were supposed to be stationed on their own defense line rushed to the headquarters to move, coupled with poor communication at night, the entire material accumulation field was immediately chaotic, and the peripheral troops under Diana's command also launched an attack at the right time.

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